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DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

BASICS

FULL LEGAL NAME: Sarah Elizabeth Smithson, née White.

Through chrismation (more commonly called confirmation) as a girl, Sally was anointed Cecilia, after the patron saint of musicians and church music. This name, though technically non-legal, became a second skin for Sally in her home community, often used in place of her real, legal name. Though it’s use fell out after she moved away alongside her husband, Andrew.

NICKNAME(S): Sally*, The Nurse, (that) Banshee, (that) Vermin

*Though Sally is, arguably, her most common and widely used nickname, to the point that even the Entity has taken to its use. It is far, far from the Nurse's favourite nickname; in fact, one could go so far as to say she has come to loathe the once-warm moniker of affection.

DATE OF BIRTH: January 3rd, 1855. Born at 3pm in the afternoon, though the time doesn’t truly matter.

GENDER: Cisgender female, intersex, though unaware that she is intersex, let alone the possibility that she could even be intersex due to a lack of medical knowledge surrounding the subject of sexual spectrum during the 1800s and the intersection of her sexual anatomy not being visible without medical advancements that had not yet been realized!

PLACE OF BIRTH: Great Burin, the former Republic of Newfoundland.

Notably, a story regarding Sally's birth states that her mother had been preparing her family breakfast when her first contractions hit the moment she cracked an egg into the cast iron skillet, forming an, admittedly mortifying childhood nickname in an instant.

CURRENTLY LIVING: Within the Fog of the Entity’s realm, alternating residence between Father Campbell’s chapel, where she maintains a, not home, but a nest of sorts within a gap between the crumbling building’s ceiling and roof to give her an escape to rest between trials. And the Disturbed Ward, where she has established a kind of hide-away, far out of the reach of survivors and especially annoying killers (Ghostface mostly! Haha /lh) in the gnarled, charred metal and cement of the former ward’s ceiling, where she’ll stow away her most precious and cherished add-ons, costumes from the Entity, and other assorted treasures.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French with a Québécois dialect specifically, ASL, many small unnamed languages created by her patients

EDUCATION: Initially Sally had only an outport education until the age of twelve in the local school house, alongside other children. After which, her education shifted, from reading and arithmetic into house keeping, child rearing and the occasional art and language offered by the hired tutors that would come on the ships passing through. Which seems meagre, however for the time and the location, she was considered extremely educated, especially for a girl.

After moving from her home community however, the existing bigotry held by mainland Canadians towards the Republic of Newfoundland, alongside standard sexism of the time, left Sally unable to pursue further schooling aspirations in the mainland, and limited her job prospects even further.

After eventually finding her niche as one of the desperate nightly orderlies at the Crotus Prenn asylum, Sally was finally given the opportunity to expand her knowledge through apprenticeship under more senior nurses. Before eventually, Sally was allowed to apply the mentorship she had received and take classes at one of the newly established nursing and childcare academies, with direct sponsorship from the Asylum’s owner — who had hoped to boost the Asylum’s reputation and thus patient intake by adding an additional educated nurse to its rotating roster, even if she was a Newfoundlander.

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

HAIR COLOUR(S): Straw Blonde, prone to alternating based on the whims of the Entity’s creative design.

EYE COLOUR(S): N/A. When the Entity allows Sally to reclaim the eyes stolen from her by her killers, they are entirely clouded over, pupils blown wide but emotionless, expressionless, staring off into the ether, with any color that may have been left drained away, just as had occurred with her flesh, now a marbled, curdled grey and blue.

At most times, however, the Entity does not allow Sally this gift and instead, beneath that pillow case that conceals her visage, there is nothing more than two empty sockets with streams of congealed, dried blood around them.

HEIGHT: 5’4, appears slightly taller, around 5’6, due to the ‘hanging’ position she embodies when floating above the ground and how her lower joints have been shattered and thus cannot hold a rigid proper appearance.

WEIGHT: 105 lbs / 47 kg

FACECLAIM(S): Mia Wasikowska, used pre-entity for her younger years (20-30) & Kate Winslet for her post-entity and older years (30-50)

FAMILY INFORMATION

PARENT/GUARDIAN(S):

Frederick G. 'Skipper' White, biological father, deceased

Florence E. White née Aylward, biological mother, deceased

Additionally, Ethel Aylward, her maternal grandmother who spent her childhood living alongside her immediate family to aid Sally's mother in times when her father would leave for business, also deceased.

SIBLING(S):

Arthur M. White, the eldest brother, older by 2 years though age wasn't the deciding factor in the distance between him and Sally— he was water, and she was oil, and it seemed he was far, far happier attending to the schooner with his father than paying heed to his mother or sister, deceased

Catherine H. White, her younger sister by a year, known to Sally playfully as ‘Cat,’ in their youths the girls were each other's shadows, playing beside each other around the seaweed-plastered rocks in low tide and studying hard under the tutelage of the schoolhouse mistress. Catherine died of influenza when she was only 6 years old, her loss took with it Sally's innocence, it seemed, as she had spent every day by her side despite the desperate efforts of her mother and watched as the illness ate her away before taking her life.

Dominic N. White, younger brother by two years,

Amelia I. White, later becoming Amelia I. Bartlett through marriage, younger sister by four years

Thomas L. White, younger brother by five years and her last sibling born to her parents in their older years. Unfortunately, despite quickly becoming the apple of his oldest sisters eye between his soft coos and his piercing blue eyes that always seemed creased into a smile when Sally was around. Thomas passed away just shy of six months old, going peacefully into the night in his sleep.

RELATIVE(S):

Far too many to list! Sally had a wide extended family located both in her home community of Newfoundland, in addition to many far more extended relatives still residing in England, across the sea.

Unfortunately, no later than 30 years following the tragedy that unfurled with Sally, when the Whites were dealt another catastrophic blow through the 1929 Burin Tsunami, which left her mother, younger brother and numerous aunts, uncles and cousins dead and swept into the sea.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S):

She is currently single after having been left a widow due to a tragic workplace accident that took the life of four lumber mill workers, including her then-husband, Andrew Clayton Smithson. Opening to shipping however!

CHILDREN:

Biologically, Sally had 7 children throughout her marriage to Andrew, and even one before it had become official of rumours are to be believed; however, much to Sally’s grief.

Exceedingly few of her children were able to survive in this cruel world for longer than a month, and many would not survive to see their due date.

The sole exception to this unfortunate trend of death before and during labor, befell her last son, Andrew F. Smithson, named in honor of his deceased father, who had made it through a premature delivery safely, but succumbed to after birth complications in the months following. He passed away in that same hospital where he was born

In terms of adoptive children and individuals that have fostered a maternal protectiveness in Sally, there are many.

Primarily there is Mary Jenner and Robert ‘Bobbie,’ Hiscock, the anxious girl and catatonic boy respectively, who have formed a palpable, familial bond with Sally over the many years she has seen to their care and supported them.

Additionally, I have an AU with @lettherebemonsters where Sally adopts a baby Ken after his mother dies in labor after desperately making it to the Asylum in hopes of medical help for her and her baby. AKA THE BEST ENDING AND OUTCOME FOR BOTH KEN AND SALLY ARYWRUWTUTE

Sally is a touch… well, she has a big spot left in her heart where her babies should be and her dreams of family died. She has or rather had so much love to give and no where to put it. So if you put someone that needs a maternal figure in front of her, odds are she’ll claim them bc she needs them more than they need her.

PET(S): N/A

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single and widowed but open to ships!

SINCE WHEN: Circa. 1883, when Andrew died and left her alone, since then, her devotion to him and his memory even in death and her ever worsening mental state left her with no interest in any one else.

BONUS STUFF FOR FUNSIES

ANIMAL ASSOCIATED: Bats! Primarily blind bats!

SONGS ASSOCIATED:

The Hearse Song (The Worms Crawl In) - Madame Macabre

Is That All There Is? - Peggy Lee

Lavender Town Theme

TAGGED BY: @lettherebemonsters & @mxlevolence, thank you guys both sm!!! I really appreciate it! Ily!

TAGGING: @tempest-toss (plus one muse each from your side blogs if you’d like! cause I’d like 👀) and anyone else who wants to! Just make sure to tag me so I can read bc I’m nosy! Haha

#🌬️𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄. || If you do not catch your breath... she will

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prabisha · 2 years ago

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3sgroups · 11 months ago

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newtechroof · 2 years ago

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What is a roofing sheet and what are some common types of roofing sheets?

A roofing sheet is a sheet that covers and protects a roof and wall from corrosion, extreme weather conditions, and other external factors. Roofing sheets are the modern form of roofing tiles.

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Types of roofing sheets

There are many types of roofing sheets in the market based on your requirements and needs. Some common roofing sheets are

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5. Bitumen roofing sheet

6. Corrugated roofing sheets

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1. Aluminium roofing sheets

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6. Corrugated roofing sheets

The most common type of corrugated roofing sheet is galvanised steel. Because of the special corrugated shape, flimsy and lightweight metals like aluminium can also be equipped to undergo decades of weather beating.

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clever-shield-coatings-uk · 2 years ago

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civiconcepts · 2 years ago

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20 Roof Sheet Types | Types of Roof Sheets | Types of Roofing Sheet | Best Roofing Sheets For House

The roofing industries in the world have been in advancements over the years, with the growth of new roofing materials. We are witnessing the growing awareness we are witnessing the emergence of green building concepts and the elimination of carcinogenic materials. Material of Roofing sheet from the traditionally used galvanized and asbestos steel, and nowadays commonly used aluminum zinc-coated sheet.

20 Roof Sheet Types for Home

Here, commonly used roof sheet types in the construction are enlisted below. - Corrugated Sheet for Roofing. - Galvanized Steel Sheet for Roofing. - Polyester Painted Sheet for Roofing. - Metal Sheet for Roofing. - Bitumen sheet for Roofing. - Plastic Sheet for Roofing. - Polycarbonate sheet for roofing. - Asbestos cement Sheet for Roofing. - Aluminum sheet for Roofing. - Polycarbonate Sheet for Roofing. - Fiber Reinforced Plastic for Roofing. - Polyvinyl Chloride sheet for Roofing. - Colour coated Sheet for Roofing. - Polyurethane foam Sheet for Roofing. - Rubber Sheet for Roofing. - Bio-Composite Sheet for Roofing. - Bamboo Sheet for Roofing. Read More: 20 Parts of Roof | Parts Terminology | Roof Diagram | Roof Structure Diagram | Roof Parts Name Here the Different Types of Roofing Sheets are given below, Asbestos Cement Sheet for Roofing

Asbestos Cement Sheet for Roofing This type of roof manufacturing process used asbestos fiber as a reinforcement material with cement. An Asbestos fiber gives rigidity and stiffness to the roof sheet body for maintaining its size and shape without breakage. Aluminum Sheet for Roofing

Aluminum Roofing Sheet Aluminum Roof sheet is easy to install and maintain and their anti-corrosive properties give a long lifespan, also give the shiny luster finish. The biggest advantage of using aluminum roof sheets is high in strength and durability. Polycarbonate Sheet for Roofing

Polycarbonate Sheet for Roofing Polycarbonate is a thermoplastic material with a carbonate group in its chemical structure. Also, polycarbonate roof sheets are transparent and light in weight. Due to its transparency, you can use this roof sheet in that area where you can need much more sunlight such as a greenhouse, warehouse, carports, patios, etc. The biggest disadvantage is, it is high in cost which makes its limited usage. Fiber Reinforced Plastic Sheet for Roof

Fiber Reinforced Plastic Sheet for Roofing Fiber-reinforced plastic is a composite material means made up of fiber and thermosetting resins, it is also known as the FRP Sheet for roofing. Here fiber acts as a reinforcement material so that it maintains the molded shape and gives better structural rigidity. These roofing sheets are available in corrugated and flat in shape and also available in different designs and colors. This is an anti-corrosive sheet and is repaired easily with the minimum maintenance cost. Polyvinyl Chloride Sheet for Roofing

Polyvinyl Chloride Sheet for Roofing This type of roofing sheet is a thermoplastic polymer produced by the polymerization of the vinyl chloride monomer. These roofing sheets have properties like weather resistance, light in weight, non-corrosive in nature, and waterproof, these all factors make them more popular among all types of sheets. Unplasticized Polyvinyl Chloride Sheet for Roofing

Unplasticized Polyvinyl Chloride Sheet for Roofing This roofing sheet is rigid and hard with no flexibility in nature this makes a them differ from the polyvinyl carbonate sheet in their functionality. Read More: Gable Roof | Gabled Roof | 5 Types of Gable Roofs | Roof Gable | Gable Roof Design Plastic Sheet For Roofing In this roofing sheet is used polyethylene, PET, Polypropylene, etc as a plastic sheet. This sheet is light in weight, weatherproof, flexible and non-corrosive in nature. But the main disadvantage of these roof sheet types is lifespan is less as compared to aluminum roofing sheets. Color Coated Sheet for Roofing

Color Coated Sheet for Roofing In this type of roof sheet steel and other alloy, sheets are coated with 55% of aluminum, 43% of Zinc, and 1.5% of silicon and combined with high-quality colors having specific criteria. Also, this is available in single color coated and multicolour coated with different color options. This color coating gives a royal look and adds the advantage of non-corrosive property to it. Galvanized Iron Sheet for Roofing

Galvanized Iron Sheet for Roofing Galvanized iron sheets are available in different gauge thicknesses with different sizes. For the treatment of GI sheet surface used electro galvanizing and hot-dip galvanizing. This type of GI Sheet for anti-corrosive treatment used zinc with an aluminum coating or Zinc coating. PUF Sheet for Roofing

PUF Sheet for Roofing PUF means Polyurethane Foam sheet. This type of roofing sheet polyurethane foam sheets are sandwiched between the two same material sheets. PUF Sheets are mostly used for thermal insulation purposes. Rubber Sheet for Roofing

Rubber Sheet for Roofing Rubber Sheet for roofing is mostly used for rehabilitation purposes. In this sheet Ethylene Propylene Diane Monomer Rubber is used and it is placed over the existing surface with the help of taped and glued. For achieving a single sheet frame, generally, it is a secondary roofing material that is gladded over the existing roof, to give a heat resistance property and waterproofing property. Read More: Lean-to Roof | Lean to Roof Design | How to Build A Lean-to Roof | Lean-to Roof Plan | Building a Lean-to Roof Bio-Composite Roofing Sheet This roofing sheet used plant fiber such as jute fiber, banana fiber, coconut coir, sisal fiber, etc. also, Bio – Composite roofs are eco-friendly in nature and give a cultural aesthetic to your house. That plant fiber worked as reinforcement material and this roof life span is small. Bitumen Sheet for Roofing

Bitumen Sheet for Roofing Bitumen Roofing sheets are used in both climate conditions in hot and cold temperature areas. The biggest disadvantage is it absorbs the heat from the direct sunlight than heating up the house. Bamboo Sheet for Roofing

Bitumen Sheet for Roofing Bamboo roofing sheets are giving a traditional and historical look to your house. The Corrugated Bamboo roofing sheets are coated with the resins and this coating layer is also helps to free from external environments.

Factor Affecting Of Selecting A Roofing Material

Weight The weight of the roofing material is an important factor to consider because the impact load directly affects the structural integrity. Weather Condition Local weather conditions will help you to decide the material of the roof sheet. Also, the roofing material is heat resistant and weatherproof. Colour When you want a luxurious aesthetic or roofing material that is easily fitted with your overall aesthetic then choose according to its color. Energy Efficiency Choose that type of material that has good thermal properties that can help to lower your energy or electric bills. Cost The price of roofing material directly depends on the brand, material quality, durability, etc, and helps for deciding the overall cost of construction. Maintenance Some materials may need higher maintenance or regular maintenance than other materials so it is a crucial point that you cannot overlook. Read More: The Two Main Types of Bituminous Roofing Systems Explained

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What are the types of Roofing sheets?Corrugated Sheet for Roofing. Galvanized Steel Sheet for Roofing. Polyester Painted Sheet for Roofing. Metal Sheet for Roofing. Bitumen sheet for Roofing. Plastic Sheet for Roofing. Polycarbonate sheet for roofing. Asbestos cement Sheet for Roofing. Aluminum sheet for Roofing. Polycarbonate Sheet for Roofing. Fiber Reinforced Plastic for Roofing. Polyvinyl Chloride sheet for Roofing. Colour coated Sheet for Roofing. Polyurethane foam Sheet for Roofing. Rubber Sheet for Roofing. Bio-Composite Sheet for Roofing. Bamboo Sheet for Roofing.What are the Factor affecting a Roofing Material?Weight Colour Cost Maintenance Energy Efficiency Weather Condition You May Also Like - 20 Parts of Roof | Parts Terminology | Roof Diagram | Roof Structure Diagram | Roof Parts Name - Low-Slope Vs Steep-Slope Roof: What are the Variations? - The Two Main Types of Bituminous Roofing Systems Explained - Gable Roof | Gabled Roof | 5 Types of Gable Roofs | Roof Gable | Gable Roof Design - Lean to Roof | Lean to Roof Design | How to Build A Lean to Roof | Lean to Roof Plan | Building a Lean-to Roof Read the full article

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asbestosremovalist · 2 years ago

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Make Your House Safer with Professional Service of Asbestos Removal in Bayside

Due to its resistance to heat, corrosion, and electricity, asbestos was first utilised in home construction. However, it was later shown to be carcinogenic. In order to guarantee proper asbestos removal in Bayside from the property, especially for older properties, one needs to contact professionals that provide asbestos collecting services. Licensed staff members provide a waste consignment notice following work in compliance with governmental guidelines.

Professionals who are capable of determining not only the existence of asbestos but also it's kind among the six types of asbestos. Since many older bathrooms contain asbestos, they may also do asbestos bathroom renovation removal. To protect one's peace of mind, laboratory tests are carried out, and the air in the building is also checked for asbestos fibres.

Types and Distinguishing Features of Asbestos

Perhaps the most often utilised material for roofs and floors in building construction is chrysotile. Steam engines frequently use crocidolite as one of their constituent parts, and it is also used to make cement. On the other hand, the amosite has a brownish colour and is frequently employed as a fire-resistant material. Actinolite could be the toughest mineral to spot with the unaided eye, whereas Tremolite has a texture that resembles fibres. The kind of asbestos that penetrates the human respiratory system most frequently is anthophyllite.

A List of The Services for Removing Asbestos

Asbestos Collection: Professionals may gather asbestos, which can be found in sheets or tanks, in their collection trucks. An Environmental Agency waste consignment note is then generated, which corporate organisations can submit as proof of their shift towards a more environmentally responsible strategy.

Asbestos Surveys: It's frequently necessary to conduct independent asbestos surveys, which calls for hiring experts to look for asbestos.

Since asbestos poses a serious threat to human health, it needs to be removed as quickly as possible. To make sure the home is asbestos-free, get in touch with the best asbestos removal professionals.

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emmaameliamiaava · 1 year ago

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Comparing Colored Asbestos, Cement, and Fiber Cement Roofing Sheets - Everest Industries

In this comprehensive examination of roofing materials, we delve into the world of colored roofing sheets, including color asbestos sheets, colored cement roofing sheets, and colored fiber cement roofing sheets. Gain insights into their composition, characteristics, and applications, as we explore the practical aspects of each option. Whether you're a homeowner, contractor, or simply curious about roofing materials, this detailed analysis equips you with the knowledge needed to understand how colored roofing sheets can enhance both aesthetics and functionality in various construction and renovation projects.

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awhilesince · 3 years ago

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Monday, 2 August 1830 (travel journals)

5 25/..

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ready in 3 /4 hour – saw them all off at 6 20/.. – then went to the barracks near an hour there 88 in 1 stable 28 young in another – fed every 2 hours – ordinary allowance per day 8 lbs. [pounds] avoine 12 fourrage 15 straw (paille) besides sonde (mashes)? at noon – 1 very strong large norman (gray) 3000/. others 1500/. to 2000/. price – all stalons – some as colts bought at 400/. from 15 to 50 mares allowed them per annum – several crosses between this Country breed and barbes – some English horses – the man said they got thicker in the neck by the climate 8 of the horses aux caux – some sent every year – one a very fine gray sent because he coughed a little and they were afraid of his wind – some Turkish horses some de Limoges and some Norman, and some pure breed of the Pyrennees Gray or dark bay pretty little clean legged animals 1 man to 4 horses – all apparently very gentle all done by kindness – the manège not so fine as I expected –

drizzling rain from 6 25/.. – thick no view – back at 7 1/2 wished to be off in an hour – no horses till 2 – breakfast – went to my banker – all business at a stand – choice whether to take 25/. or not – yes! for £50 circular –

appalling news from Paris paid the bill here for us all – always give 6/. to the servants find Jean gives 2/50 more for the servants – so it seems we give altogether 8/50.! Sat writing journal and to my aunt till 2 –

off at 2 6/.. – Tarbes really a nice little town – 3 churches – the cathedral a small poorish concern, nor much of transepts near side aisles at all – the church I was in this morning (St. Anne’s) a poor little place, but almost as good as the cathedral – the steeple that seems to have belonged to a tolerably good church is merely part of what is left and now filled with forage for the cavallery – neat barracks (saw them this morning) built for them very lately – I have been more comfortable at Tarbes than anywhere – have nowhere had so good a room –

drizzling rain Till from 6 25/.. to after 12 – then began to clear a little and on leaving Tarbes fair and streets dry and atmosphere clear enough to leave the mountains pretty distinct – quite a farce to compare them with the alps – Tarbes seems placed at the foot of a wide Extended circular gently rising rich fertile plain stretching out obliquely on the right into a sort of isthmus or neck

the high pyrennees sweeping about 1/5 of the circle left Towards the front – and below them a low range of hill extending all round to the neck closed in by a low range quite in the distance the low range in front covered with wood – the other parts yellow with corn stubble (harvest everywhere since before Bordeaux got in) or ploughed land; or wooded or green under vine cultivation – the lands here seem no where more than 4 feet English at most – look like filons, threads – great deal of bled de Turquie – just out of Tarbes pass thro’ orchards of peach trees oppressed with vines –

Fahrenheit 74° at 2 40/.. and quite cool and pleasant – the dust just agreeably laid – the church of Ibos high squary mass (left) a fine object – 1 small tower – the houses of the town not seen till one mounts the hill – and seems a large one had been taken down as low as the roof of the nave –

at 2 began to feel a little indigestion pain and now at 2 3/4 feel it more was it the mutton last night – I never by any chance touch meat without feeling it, and have it not when I stick to my vegetables! –

as we reach the wooded range of hill 3 traverses up it, get out – walk to the top of the hill and 1/2 way over the ridge in 20 minutes and got a good heating in spite of the fine cool hair for the man urged his horses up as fast as he could without stopping and it was hardish work to get much before him –

mountain side wooded chesnuts – near the top heather – top brackens which completely subdue the heather and merely a bit here and there to be seen thro’ it – a few black sheep (hill and heather always make good mutton) and a few horses, i.e. mares and foals – a little scattered generally straw thatched? village – small enclosures – hedges full of thorn and sloe and wild roses hedge row trees – chiefly oak – a few chesnuts gravelled road – fine oaks each side the road and straw thatched and some blue slated neat farm houses here and there vines, a few peaches and much maize –

picturesque straw thatched cottages – women with their red capulets bound with black spinning with a distaff under their arm and the bobbin Twirling against their aprons – beautifully green pastures – fine chesnut Timber as well as oak, hiding the picturesque cottages –

how I enjoy this – I might be – could fancy myself in England save for the capulets, and odd little low narrow waggons and bells and clumsy gear of my 3 abreast carriage horses –

another village – fête here too and dancing to a fiddle and clarionet – peaches and nectarines in the hedges – have no where seen hedge cut and laid – always or buckheaded rather short or clipped – great many pollard oaks, particularly in hedge rows – these pollard oaks form capital hedges for shelter – wherever not cultivated the top of this ridge covered with bracken, and right look up pretty little valley – mountain-top valley evidently small green enclosures by hedges –

road mended with pretty well broken boulder of mountain (primitive?) limestone – dark coloured, veined with quartz? have only seen one patch of oats – standing and another in swathe nothing but maize and a few potatoes –

at 3 55/.. neat white washed hotel des voyageurs a few little accacias and platannes round it and shearing (a man and woman) a good plot of oats – a man and woman courting by the roadside he putting his hand into her right pocket hole and another pair walk amorously set me wrong between three and four which ended in incurring cross about four

about 1/4 hour on the top of the hill and at 1 1/4 very fine view descend into the beautifully wooded rich charming vale of Pau? sprinkled in all directions with towns villages and pretty thatched white washed cottages and farms – water would make it lovely quite – ‘route bordée et ombragée de bois touffus (pollard oaks) – de chênes and châtaigniers all along – the at 1st thro’ a forest and very beautiful Itineraire Midi page 70 says ‘ou est Toujours dans les riches et fertiles plaines de Tarbes’ – these ‘bois touffus’ pollard oaks are really beautifully and thickly umbrageous – should not have dreamt they could look so well – pollard from a thick trunk perhaps 10 feet high from the ground – small enclosures – pretty low hedges – small dun cows picturesque straw thatched or blue slated white washed cottages – charming (very small dun oxen dragged the little waggons and carts on the Top, the plateaus of the hill – pigs lying and feeding under the oaks –

at 4 29/.. good post house in the very picturesque scattered one long street (trees and gardens between the neat houses) village of Les Bordes-d’Expoey red-dun cows with bells and regular dun mare with one young mule and a brown mare with ditto – green champs Elysée of oaks at this end of the village under which herds pigs lying and feeding – Lombardy poplars – Charming the women here with white bound with black capulets and black aprons and spinning as they walk – lock under the left arm and spinning with left hand and twirling the spindle with right hand – said George 10 sols de payé – oui – said the postillion ce quelque chosée pagata –

off in 8 minutes – all the walling done with boulder stones in a cement chiefly blue slated cottages – vines creeping high in the trees – wood côteau – low line of hills right – higher range wooded at bottom heather at top (right) – groves, as it were of pollard oaks – why pollard? postillion from here whip slung round his shoulder with a large worsted tassel as the german postillions sling their bugle horn – the men wear Ayrshire caps – white with red tassel at the top – or one postillion as have observed before wellington blue without tassel –

I enjoy today’s drive exceedingly –

Long straight road before me from Bordes d’Expoey the hedge row trees generally pollard oaks forming sort of avenue all along – all the women spinning but have only once seen some women heckling short line – woman astride white black bound capulet and white handkerchief and blue coarse linen? small white spotted gown with her long petticoats covering even her toes – I think she had her knees much stuck forming a hump on each side not ungraceful under the petticoat and certainly not looking masculine –

so many people afloat on the road near all the villages must be a general fête? – quite in the basses Pyrenées now – left the high pyrennees on descending the hill into the beautiful valley of Bordes d’Expouey or does mist hide everything (left)? at a little distance (right) a low nicely wooded fertile range which wheels round towards the front of me but soon wears itself out –

a great many of the country waggons on the road – most of them drawn by 2 little dun oxen and 2 little horses wrapped up in linen sheets white first the leaders – the road all along quite gay and in places thronged with waggons and people –

the women that ride have their petticoat slit open fore and aft I see and thus it so covers gracefully will covers the whole leg and foot – get prints of all this and the waggons at Pau – pass malle poste at 5 3/4 – strange to find common sense only among the Pyrennees – where else do the women ride astride! where else do they not torture their horses and themselves by a position equally dangerous to the one leg unnatural and uncomfortable to both? –

at 5 3/4 a little drizzling rain begins – Fahrenheit still 73° – all alive in Pau a fair or fête or what? a fair? enter by long small boulder stone paved street (paved or boulder-stoned as at Tarbes) – desperate to walk on in thin shoes – a sort of gateway (2 posts) spacious street – of splashed dirty white good 3 story houses – full of people carts and business –

at Hotel de France Pau at 6 – heard all the news from Lady Stuart – dinner wrote to my aunt not directed at 7 1/2 – came to my room at 10 20/.. – Fahrenheit 74° at 11

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Short Story: Gershom, part two of two

The conclusion of Gershom, a memorable day in the life of the most famous anti-hero in Barbados, one Winston Hall. Enjoy.

Gershom part two (the night-duppies)

by Christopher White

Robert mekking good stew now. He should be cutting them carrots in the pot now. Sometimes I want to go by a rum shop and just talk. Don't know wha I would talk to dem about. Maybe cricket. Maybe pussy. Maybe I'll tell them that when it all comes down to it pussy doesn't matter. I'll wait until the sun goes down a little more till I set out for Robert. Wait until the sky turns that fuck up looking orange. Until it looks lazy. Until the birds get dark against it.

The invincibility or the infallible impression that people may or may not have had of the Prime Minister was of little thought to Winston. It was of little thought to Miriam as well. This was not a result of docility, but, perhaps cynicism. They both thought that businessmen ruled the country and the people in parliament were figure-heads. Such thoughts are ultimately too pat and are only useful in stopping you from going mad because the reality is that you have no idea how the country works, or, more horrifyingly, you have no idea how it should work. Miriam walked down the corridors of the hotel. The waves that dashed themselves against the outside mesmerised the tourists that were staying in the rooms far away from the things in their life, but to Miriam it was just noise on a radio: just something in the background, like when at the Holetown festival there is a man in the background playing conga drums, but you are too busy looking at the vendors and their twirlers and such, and not paying attention to the congas, but you know that it's still there. She thought about how her son would be when he grew up. He'd have strong legs from doing yardwork all the time. He would talk in a deep voice, no, a high pitched quick voice and talk about how fish prices went up and he can't stand it cuz he likes fish. Don't think about what you could have been Winston. Don't think about what you could have been. Don't think about what you could have been. Don't think about what you could have been. Stop thinking about what you could have been. Stop thinking about all of that. If you think about that one more time. Stop thinking about it, you went to rob a cunthole man with some johnnies that was older than you. Anyone would have looked up to them, or thought they knew what they were doing. Don't think about what could have been. It doesn't help. It never helps. You'll just keep pulling at it like when you took mummy's spool of thread and kept pulling it and pulling it until there was thin pink all over the bedroom and mummy beat you, like she should have. Do not think about what could have been. Just piss over there. Don't think about things while you are pissing. If you think about that mistake then you'll start thinking about the other mistakes. Then you'll start to cry again. You want to cry again like a buller? Then don't think about what could have been. Never do it. No one should do it.

The night was stark and everywhere, hiding the tufts of grass that came up everywhere in the village, and cooling the old roofs of the homes and dog houses. The night also turned things into other things by the theatre of its context. A cigarette lighter is paltry in the day-time, but during night, with all that black around, with all those things away from the eye, cigarette lighters become these magic, chain-less amulets, the clear plastic ones becoming savage, simple, flickering crystals of some sort. You hear more, and the hearing prompts your imagination. But ultimately, the night can only be arrogant, because it knows that regardless of all of our clawing advances in technology, of all of our theories for the explanation of things around us, no matter how much we know that eventually the sun will come around again, the night remains arrogant because it knows that you know that things will be hidden whether you like it or not, and who wouldn't be arrogant in that situation? Winston stomped his boots into the slope of the hill as he descended down to one of the paved roads in Suriname. He walked quickly and hid between houses when he saw someone on the road coming towards him. By the side of one house he looked into their window and saw the television, tall and looming. He forgot for a second that those things no longer had knobs to twist, or tabs to pull on. The show on was a garish display of Americana. The characters, a thin, lanky father and his precocious young daughter were talking. The father said "Well all I have to do is go to the video store and explain the whole mix-up to him. It should all straighten out." Then camera three showed the daughter taking a quick, meaningless sip from her brightly coloured cup while she said "Oh yeah, I'm real sure that'll work out smoothly," while the audience laughed. The couple in the house laughed as well, the woman saying "she too cute nuh." Winston didn't understand why that was a joke, and why the girl pronounced 'real' the way she did. Frankly, he thought the girl rude and in need of discipline. Winston darted his eyes around as he got on the road again. The houses were aglow as everyone sat to enjoy the night-time entertainment. One house had an action movie showing, the volume up to amazing levels, explosions rattling out of the surround sound speakers. Winston still had no idea where these people he grew up with were getting the money for this from. He walked up some cement steps to the side door of a house and tapped lightly. "Who it is?" went the voice inside. "De out-man." replied Winston. The door opened. Sergeant Douglass Sergeant stood up in the bathroom stall of the district police station squeezing the last bit of urine from his penis into the toilet with his finger-tips. He walked out the stall and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was round and a rich brown. His teeth had begun to yellow, from the coffee he had started drinking two years prior once he had signed on for this night-shift. He smiled just to see what he looked like when he smiled. He squinted his eyes at the mirror. He slapped his stomach that was becoming prominent now. "More sit-ups" he murmured. Then, he took out his night stick in the empty bathroom. He held it up to his face while still staring at the mirror. He walked left to right holding the stick to his mouth, and then danced, pivoting from one foot to the other, then sang-whispered some songs "Haiti I'm sorry, We misunderstood you, But one day we'll turn around, and look inside you." then "Jah ras-tafri parro-jammo creator of rhythm and tempo..." then he quickly stuffed his stick into his holster as Constable Henry Yarde pulled down the handle of the door to enter.

Robert's house was a small board house in a side path that you had to walk through light grass to get to. It smelled of a damp smoke, and the curtains were not changed regularly. Still, the floor was cleaned and the kitchen table was clear, except for a scale sitting by the corner. A radio was on in the bedroom, with an ad telling people about preventing a mosquito problem. The wind picked up a little bit causing the window curtains to rise and fall like when you put on bed sheets and you raise it up and it comes down on the flat bed slowly and cautiously. The wind made Winston look around in his chair. "Don't worry Winston." "I cahn help but worry. I ain't expect de wind to rise like dat usually it wouln't be suh dramatic at this time o' de year." "True." Robert said. Then, "you hungry?" "Yeah man." "I got de food in de oven. It was off for a while, you want me to heat it up?" "Nah jus' bring it here." Winston replied. Robert came back with a plate with more rice than anything else, vegetables, onions browning in the gravy. Robert looked at Winston as he ate. He moved his mouth quickly, but scooped up the rice slowly. He looked straight ahead at the wall as he ate. His hands were hardened, fingernails down to the skin and smooth. But his eyes. The eyes Robert saw up close were the same eyes that everyone saw staring up at them from the newspaper whenever Winston escaped from prison, or when he almost got caught again. Some may tell you that Winston became a folk hero because people didn't believe he did it, and they might be right, but only partially so. Because when you see those eyes that pleaded simply by staring ahead it sent out a secondary emotion of pity along with interest. It made one believe that this guy running for his life in God knows where, hopping on boats and stowing away in the hinterland of some island could be your son, or brother, or somebody. No one felt sympathy for hard featured Peter Bradshaw. Even the two youngsters Barry Jack and Sylvian Clarke got no care because they looked like the type of boys that stole your bicycle while you were in the rum shop. No matter how tattered Winston looked in those snapshots of him being carted off by police, his flopping over-bearing locks and all, it could never stop those eyes from peering through at you. Winston would probably kill you at this point if it came down to it, would definitely steal your computer to pay for passage out the island if he could, but for most people, he was just a boy that got turned into a criminal. A hare forced to scrap through the forest while the wolves descended a-growl. None of this has to be true, very little of it even has to make sense. The resultant was that Winston Hall became our folk-hero, our Billy the Kid, our Robin Hood (provided he just stole from the rich plantation fellow), our real life, living, breathing, crazy, exhausted Br'er Rabbit. "Ya got any plans cook up Winston?" Robert asked as he cleaned up his plate. Winston looked up and blinked at him, maybe thinking, maybe just looking. "I got a idea or two is all but most differently I...just gine try to keep moving." he said.

The two relaxed and talked about their day. Winston had little to talk about, while Robert talked lightly about world events that might mean something to Winston, or maybe, might be funny to him. He laughed a slight laugh at some moments, and at others remained silent and motionless. Sometimes he might make a random comment about wanting pussy, other moments he talked about his school days, stories Robert had heard already, but politely listened again.

"Sometimes I is envy you Winston."

"Why de hell you envy me?"

"Man people know bout you. Nobody ain't know 'bout me. You is de most famous man in Bim. More famous then de Prime Minister."

"Maybe," Winston began, "but wha dah mean for me? Is not like I could run fuh Prime Minister or, or open ah business down Swan Street wif my popularity. I was reading a book on criminals when I was in Trinidad. De term fuh criminals like me ain't 'famous', it is 'infamous' - I famous for being bad. People would smile with me, but call de police in a heartbeat as well. People ain't care 'bout me really."

"You really 'tink so Winston? People care 'bout you man. People still believe you ain't deserve nuh death sentence man. Most people woulda try to escape too. Dem wid you."

"I doan’ agree. People like rules too much. Dey want to believe that everyting would work out right if dey follow de rules. Until of course tings go bad and dey got to do tings to survive, then they realise. I mean it is just like, like...Robert you know how prison is man, they got people that deserve to be there, and they got people who jus' catch a bad break. A lot o' dem get sell out by they family and friends. A lot of Barbados like to rely on other people - de government, dey foolish husband, policemen, or somebody. I ain't nuh genius, but I feel that if a bunch o' people meet me, almost all o' dem would go and call de police cuz dey get tell so. Won't even tink as to why dey doing it."

"That is you fear talkin Winston. Barbadians care man. That is you fear," Robert said, while getting up and fishing in the fridge to refresh their beers. Winston stared ahead at the wall all that time, and when Robert returned to the table and opened the beers with his keychain he began again.

"Somebody is be talking in my head," Winston began, "I doan’ know who it is, it could be my fear telling me all these tings, or it could be my smarts. Whoever it is, it telling me hide from everyone. Last time I was comfortable was in Trinidad wid that woman."

"You did love that woman Winston?" Robert asked.

"Yeah, I did love she. De love turn me different. I guess love is do that. "

"If you hadn't get caught doin' foolishness..."

"It wasn't foolishness, it was my heart getting de best of me."

"Alright if you didn't get caught following you heart, you feel you woulda live there forever?" Robert asked. Winston thought and then looked down at the table.

"Maybe. I love this island, but I was comfortable there. Here my mind is mek me paranoid and nervous. I jus' cut off from this place. I might be de most famous man here, but I don't know much bout it Robert. Trinidad was where tings did at least seem normal. Cuz, for a lil' moment, there was love." Winston said.

Winston lightly clapped onto his shin the side of the collins that Robert gave him on his departure as a plastic bag with fruit lightly cheered by his thigh. Overhead the moon went through the trees with an unmistakable sharp glow, features on the face of it like birth-marks, and were one to walk under the leaves of the breadfruit and mango trees and look up, the way that Winston was at the time, the moon might seem to twinkle its pock-marked light to you. The houses were mostly silent at this point of the night, week-days it was this way. The insects called out into the darkness, creating an instinctual and perpetuating siren, as each insect, perched on their nocturnal pedestal, found a simple and eternal occupation.

Miriam found the insects creepy. When the night-noises reached her ear they were not received as a wafting tone poem of tones, but simply murky tension outside the car window on her ride home. Mr. Holford, who worked at the supermarket across the road from the hotel, and who would drop her home in the late night, and tell her smiling stories of the hopeless, irritable and easily confounded customers and employees of the supermarket, and who also would make fumbling compliments of her hair and necklace and would understand when Miriam declined his invites to concerts and exhibitions, and who would stare at Miriam’s rocking buttocks as she walked away from his car after smilingly thanking him, would then beep his car horn as he drove off softly.

What is that? A car horn. Get behind this house. Make sure that all the lights are off in this house you leaning against. Your knee is okay tonight don’t worry. Who is that there walking? It’s her. Her hair is frazzled a bit. Her hips are so gentle. How does she look so untouched up here in Suriname? Almost all these women look run-down, chipped at the edges, shaken about a bit. She’s different. She is like one of those dreams you have in de morning when ya almost wake up and ya coul’ swear it real but ya is wake up in de grass and ya look around and realise it is de same as yesterday, but ya is put ya hand together and thank God that you coul’ still dream, cuz if not you probably would’ve drowned youself a long time ago. Wait. Look at her eyes, all open wide in this night. Is she surprised? Is she looking for something? No. No, look. She’s scared. Shite you just slip. Hide! you just made a noise.

Winston hid behind the house steadying himself with his forearms while Miriam stopped walking and just stared at the direction of the stumble-sound. In the porous night where most things are hidden but some things escape stood the two, Winston peeping, Miriam listening.

“Who-w-who there?” she asked, amazingly evenly. Winston paused.

“Nobody. Just a man. I ain’t gine hurt you.” Winston finally said, secreted behind the side of the house.

“You was waiting for me right?” Miriam said into the night “I ain’t got no lotta money. I work hard t-this , um today. But tek it, tek d-de money, just don’t ra…”

“I ain’t wait for you . I was jus’ walking through.”

“Then why you was hiding?” she asked, not rudely, not accusatorily, but simply curiously. Silence. She then asked for his name but Winston stretched the silence, pressed rough against the side of the house. Miriam took a step forward on the road and then listened, and then looked around as Winston crouched low. He squinted his eyes at the woman taking tentative steps on the road and opened his mouth to say something, anything, to perhaps welcome her into his secret, or to tell her an outrageous and comforting lie while escorting her home, but instead he held firm and watched Miriam walk down the road quickly and determinedly into the shrouding night.

Through the grass Winston walked, mainly by memory, through the trees that cradled things to sleep and by the edge of a craggy pasture, pocking rocks and dirt with his boots and collins, and in this heavy chaos is where he crouched down and laid by his supplies and run-ragged possessions. Up into the air he looked, at the wavy and dreamy clouds, barely hiding the wide moon out tonight, and he thought of rushing things, and impoverished motionless things that loomed in his head as always, and then sometimes he would listen and listen as the night-time serenaded, or mocked him perhaps.

There he slept, back used to the flat earth, dreams sliding in and out of the thoughts. He dreamt of the children in Trinidad & Tobago, the woman’s children that he was around a lot. He dreamt about his stern lashes he gave them, and he dreamt of him teaching them how to make bow and arrows out of coconut leaves, sharpening the stem into an arrow-point using an old razor from a broken pencil sharpener. He then dreamt of a hot fire, and of him running, and running, and running, and then floating and flying through the trees away from the fire up and above Trinidad, looking down at the twinkling lights that families would leave on at times. He then thought of when he was captured there, and the children looked at him and asked “Tony, ya ‘un come back?” to which Winston looked at them softly with those doomed eyes of his, and shook his head no, his heavy locks floundering over and about his shoulders.

This is your life now. This is your life. Look at it. Look at the shadows of dem trees. Doan worry. We’ll get another plan together. Remember Robert had said there might be a guy that could get pay off to smuggle you on that boat? Something will always come up, you just have to hold on until then. The same thing day in and out until your ship comes in. You know you got what other people doan got. You got de discipline. What? Man you gine got to forget about that girl, about this whole fucking country in fact. Just stay down. Just stay out here, Robert gine set tings in motion. Man doan let you emotions get de better of you. Look I know she look good. I know she comforting. I know you could use some of that comfort. But let it go. This is your life now. This is your life now. Look at the dark grass over there. You could stash some things there. You got to go over to get those carrots from that plot of land. That is what you think of. You get as close as you could. This is your life. Winston sit down. Winston-

Winston got up and looked at the slow clouds, then back towards the little line of houses down the grassy slope. He took up his new cutlass, and walked, shaky, unsure and for the first time in a long time, scared.

Sergeant Douglass Sergeant walked around the district police station. He was testy and bored. He thought about being on the front page of the newspapers quoting something about some murder case he thought up in his mind. At least a good burglary case involving a well-known minister or a beloved person in the media. He would tell the reporters, in the most pleasant of voices, about the dangerous circumstances of the whole ordeal. He thought joyfully of the microphones, of the notebooks scratched with details, of the television cameras with their dull shine on the lens. In fact, he was drawing a complex, Eiffel Tower looking antennae on his note-book when Orville Lowell came up to him to challenge him to a healthy round upon round of x and os.

Eagerly Sergeant would scrawl his x in the corner to begin his winning play he had read of in a book dedicated to these puzzles called ‘Tic-Tac-Toe for Winners!’ that he had picked up in a store adjacent to a hotel on the south coast of the island. He grinned playfully at Lowell, and then at the page as the younger Lowell tried uselessly to circumvent the inevitable.

The grass slid against the boots of Winston as he walked down the hill. The rocks, loose on the dirt moved with a murmuring tumble as Winston kicked them or stepped on them on his way down. He would arch his head, to see through trees and branches, calculating his path towards a house he had never been to, had never scouted out in advance, had never thought of going to until the recent wanderings of his mind. Overhead the clouds were soft in their movements and the wind was cool against his old shirt and his face, run ragged by years, decades in fact, of worrying in a harsh, coarse manner, and decades of regret.

Stop this. Stop this. Stop this I say!

Miriam opened the door to her son’s room and watched the young boy curled into the edge of his bed, but a calm curl. He did not claw the bed-sheets like when she would look in on him after the arguments. This was a motionless slumber, a reprieve from the day at school where he was beaten for trying to cheat on his times-table test, and where Janice Peters, the girl he had pleasing thoughts about, laughed at him when he fell down darting between the trees. He looked up at her as she laughed and then she walked over to him, helping him up as he dusted off his short pants, saying to him “doan cry, you gine get better”, and then she walked away. Miriam closed the door slowly, the shadow of the door looming slowly over the bed until it darkened the entire room. She pulled off her shoes and clothes and just laid in the bed, churning her mind as to who that could have been hiding behind the house, desperate not to be seen, and from whence did he come from. She felt helpless, but also, for no reason, wondered if that man was helpless as well, adrift with no one to answer to, or to answer for.

She didn’t exactly want to help him, but rather, to understand him, where he came from, what had him out there at that hour, and what had him so scared, like her. She thought that perhaps he was hiding from the same dark permutations that she supposed existed in those bushy trees and grass up the hill. Perhaps the world had ravaged him to such a degree that even the plaintive claps of a woman’s shoe-heel on the dirty ground scared him. She surmised that his mind saw something horrible in people, and that sight drove him to cower noisily, with mouth agast, like in the movie she saw once where the man saw which people were holy, and which were demons of the devil. If only he stared long enough she thought, then maybe he would see that she was no clawed harlot, but that she was as scared as he was, distrustful of the very nature of people as he was, that she acknowledged the way that love spoiled into vengeful control after a long enough time, disappointing her as she was sure it did him, that poor man clawed and scared behind some wooden house, with the taunting night and the duppies all around him.

Winston stood behind the bare tamarind tree and solidified his approach: he would climb the low pailing surrounding the neighbouring mini-mart and then squeeze through the space he saw on that hill into her premises, and then softly, patiently, meekly tap the windows of the woman’s house until she awoke and then calm her with his eyes and tell her all that was in his foolish heart about her beauty, her unassuming grace, her glad-eyed son, and his own drifting life, polluted with his frenzied volition and shame.

He arrived at the galvanized pailing, creeping unsure like he had by the Plantation House where this whole legend began twenty or so years ago. He jumped up to grab the top, but at that moment, his knee shifted around itself, causing him to fall and hit the outside base with a small thump.

Miriam then heard a thump, small but real. She startled up and looked out the window at the night. She surveyed her little back-yard and saw nothing. She looked at the next door neighbour and saw the stillness she expected. She supposed it was a dog or cat bumping against the pailing, but she kneeled there on the bed, looking out at the trees that waved in the slight wind. And then she gasped, her body tensing up uniformly as if expecting a blow at primary school, as if she caught the Holy Spirit at church, as if she was giving birth at the hospital, as she saw a dark man crawling on top of the neighbour’s pailing.

The District Police Station’s phone rang twice. The officer listened, grumbled his questions to the caller while scribbling notes, and then he looked at the two men playing and arguing about the 1987 Calypso Finals results.

I understand you have a fancy towards her but this is no reason to do this. Think about your knee. Think about this pulsating, devious pain that moves from your knee towards the rest of your body. I can’t stop you can I? I want to. I want you to walk up that slope and disappear into those trees like you have since you came back to this part of the island. Stop thinking of her…you can’t can you? Your beautiful sin. A booming voice tells you not to eat of the tree, don’t eat that fruit, but you have to, because that woman tells you to right? Right there, is when love, the way we know it, was created. He looked towards the sky, looking the way that the sky looked now, a combination of tribulation and creation, the way four o’ clock has always looked, and Adam looked at the sky and chose love over unknowable punishment the way poor you from Suriname will choose it.

Winston jumped and swung his leg over the tall pailing and fell to the ground. He looked around the new surroundings and squinted his eyes to see where the path to Miriam’s house would be. He walked but then fell wordlessly in the soft darkness, soft because of the approaching morning that would shed light to the physicality of this all but never to the motivation, never to the chirping collaborators of the late night, and never to the love that occurred here.

Sergeant Douglass Sergeant turned the car onto the street where Miriam lived in a careful arc. Two others were with him – Lowell, the defeated tic-tac-toe player, and Constable Henry Yarde, a young man new to the police force who swore to his dying grandmother that he would do something useful with his life, and as she felt the dying in her along with the heat, the young man pressed his face into her scratchy, paper hands and thanked her for reforming him. Sergeant knocked softly on Miriam’s door and the door opened silently creating a tension. ��I-I was just looking out my window when Jesus Christ I see a man jump over de pailing of’ de mini mart.”

“Okay yes this we know.” Sergeant whispered, “but in the time it tek for we to get here, you inform de owners o’ de mini mart?”

“Yeah, I call up Jackie and tell she. She is de daughter. I call she up cuz I know that she cell phone don’t got a loud ring. It does mostly buzz.”

“Good. Good thinking.” Sergeant said. The young policeman looked at her while her gaze was towards Sergeant. The woman was terrified. To Yarde, her eyes were a-blaze with fear, unblinking and beautiful. The wind would pick up for a couple seconds and he would look at her old T-shirt against her widening waist. He wanted to comfort her and to tell her lies to calm her and after he kissed her, look at her in the morning sun and tell her truth after truth. Meanwhile Sergeant looked at the woman he briefly consoled at Kevin’s funeral and took down the information, caring little for her fear, taking it only to mean that the criminal was a large man. Perhaps he committed more crimes throughout the countryside he theorised. Perhaps he could come up with a name of the man for the reporters to put on the front page - “countryside killer”, “de slasher”, and then “de jungle demon”.

The banana tree in the back flopped as Winston leaned against it, slowly putting and then taking weight off of his knee. He looked around again, and saw that the space leading to the woman’s house was wider than he thought. He swept his heavy locks back and wiped his brow with his old shirt, and then held his cutlass like you would an eccentric cane and said out to the abdicating night “Hello. My name is Winston. People say I do some tings – some o’ dem I do, but some o’ dem I didn’t. I tink I love you, but I ain’t sure, so, what is you name?”, then he shifted again in the craggy dirt and said “Good night, my name is Winston and I tink I love you. But wha so is you name?” Then he scraped the ground with his cutlass/ bejewelled cane and said “Even if you scared of me I want you to know that I love you. My name is Winston Hall. Yes, my name is Winston Hall and I am not ashamed.”

Yarde walked into Miriam’s house, squinted his eyes and looked back, asking “Ma’am, is there a way we could get from where you live to de mini-mart owner house?”

“Yes. They got a lil’ path that is connect we.”

“Do we just get out into your back-yard and just turn right?”

“Yes, yes, yes ya is just turn right.” She whispered. Yarde looked at Sergeant Sergeant, who then slid his right hand between his waist and the leather of his pistol. “Yeah, we gine go in she yard and surprise he, cuz he think he hard, but we gine light up he ass.” And with that he walked through the length of Miriam’s house, walking as if he owned it with no heeding to any decorum, because whatever decorum that was expected usually – whether you took your shoes off or letting the lady walk in front – would mean nothing once police were in your house, partly because of all the urgency in this and partly because of your status in the country. If it were a rich mover and shaker like a Goddard or a Williams, they would’ve at least asked if they could be shown the way through the house by the head of the house. Miriam noticed this, but pursed her lips because of this expected acquiescence that policemen’s widows exhibited always.

The sky was still dark, but still becoming lighter on the upper edges of the sky. Between Winston and the gate to Miriam’s house was a small, easily hop-able fence that separated the small garden that Winston stood upon, and the concrete that led to the back of the mini-mart. He leaned against the soft banana trees and looked up as the leaves crowded the round and glowing moon, its shining glow fading as the sun began to make its approach upon the island.

It combs the light of the moon. Look at the moon being obstructed by the light slice of the banana leaves, the distant craters and darkness of the moon that suggest another place for us humans to go to and make simple at first with our enviable industry, then only to advertise to the people about the advantages of such a place, and then imagine escaping to a place where the best went to the roughest, just like in the westerns you like so much. Feel that wind. Understand it. Believe that it holds a great new thing for you to encounter. Feel the wind, pregnant with the exhalations of generations of Barbadians and tourists. Tell yourself you love it. The people inside of you. Imagine that they tell stories to their children about you. Believe that someone is printing out protest banners for you. Hail the goodness that has gotten you this far, that has made you believe in the gospel of survival through the mere occurrence of actions. Worship the…

“Freeze, ya rassole cunt.”

“Doan come close.”

“I gine got ta come close. Cuz see I is de big bad woodsman coming to capture all o’ wunna wolves. Ya fucking wolves.”

“You sound like you been thinking a lot about what you gine say before you capture somebody.”

“Hush you fuckin’ mouth!” Sergeant Sergeant barked.

“You even know why I here?” Winston asked. “I ain’t here to steal. I here for love. I here to say something to a woman. Something that I should have said a long time ago. Let me through so I could tell her.”

“Put down de cutlass son. I doan know if you got a crush or you in love but come along and we could sort this out.” Sergeant Sergeant said, his hand out-stretched, on the concrete away from the man.

“I tink I love she.”

Okay run into the trees and then use the trunk of the trees to jump up to the pailing. You could leap over and be gone before these policemen come. We could get de dog and be gone from this parish by noon. Just run and jump! Your knee will be okay. You can’t wrestle the policemen to the ground. You have to retreat. Run off. Run off into de wild. Just do a lil’ jump an’ run. Jus’ do it calm.

Winston shifted back and looked at the imposing height of the pailing that he could jump over, he supposed. He saw the three policemen, and he saw them spread out to be of proper use. Winston gripped his cutlass stronger, his arms tensing and straight.

Then he saw her. She peeped through the passageway, furtively of course, but he saw her, her great, rounded eyes, her dense, brown skin, filled with a swirling system of emotions by now, brown with the approaching sun. She was pitied more than admired in her neighbourhood, and the tourists at the hotel were too caught up in the cocaine and flowers of the island to sit and study the beauty of this woman pushing past their rooms. This perky Barbadiana, full of egregious glee, of blind fear and hate, who went undetected by the visitors, but always constant to this visitor Winston. He knew no other recourse, could surmise nothing else but the accomplishment of these heated ideas that singed him in the dark.

He ran towards the policemen. The shot rang out with a sharp and ranging flight, like the flight of crows. Winston slumped back, and then lunged forward towards Miriam while the young policeman Yarde shot again. Winston fell back, squirming at first and then laying still, letting his shoulder-blades touch the ground, and listening to the arched sobbing of the mini-mart owner and Miriam go over the country-side, which was now becoming lighter with this new Age, supplanting the previous Age that began as the Union Jack went down and our flag went up, and ended as the man, arched and crackling on the ground, began to cough his last coughs about love, heard only by the mini-mart owners, the policemen, Miriam, and the curious primary school boy, who stood with his arms folded, staring through the open glass window of his room, with its colour coming alive again in the morning light.

THE END

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